New Year…New Country

We have made it to Mexico! However, we think we may have taken the wrong turn and ended up in Wales as it is cold, wet and we only understand one or two words the locals say. The El Niño storm is apparently the cause of this uncharacteristic weather, nice of it to turn up the same time as us.

To backtrack a little…we left our Malibu Yurt and spent 3 days cycling through the metropolis of LA. It was not as bad as we thought it would be, with lots of traffic free cycle paths along the beach. Arrived in Ensinitas in a downpour to stay with Barbara (an acquaintance of Sam’s Grandma) where we were greeted with hot showers, proper tea and mince pies. After two nights r&r we moved on to stay in a hostel in San Diego over new year…where we had a bit of a party and prepared for crossing the border into Mexico.

Mexico was a little bit of a culture shock after so much time in the US but the roads have been better than expected, drivers have been courteous and the people seem friendly (even if we can’t understand them). We cannot help thinking how much better the next bit of cycling would be if the rain stopped but we are going to push on, suck it up and head south. We leave Ensenada tomorrow to cross the 160miles of mountains and desert to San Felipe.

We only have sunny photos…rainy photos break cameras (along with morale!)

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Cardiff beach, Ensinitas
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Sam practicing his best posture on the beach
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Ocean Beach pier, San Diego
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Crossing the thousand mile mark about 10miles from the Mexican border…big day!
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Watching the clouds roll in from our first Mexican campsite – La Fonda

Malibu Christmas

Happy Christmas from our Yurt 2miles from the coast, up a steep and winding canyon road. We stocked up on supplies at the bottom of the hill, this included strapping a crate of beer to Laura’s bike…and loading Sam up with everything else. A good idea until we found ourselves walking after less than quarter of a mile, unable to push the weight up the steep incline! The next day we tried again without luggage…a much more pleasurable experience! We had our first swim (I say swim but was more like a dip!) in the Pacific Ocean, Sam had his obligatory Christmas Day ride and we drank champers in the sunshine. All in all not a bad way to spend Christmas away from home.

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Beer run!
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Quick dip
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Running for the Ocean
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The long and winding (uphill) road
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Out for a (Christmas Day) spin
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Merry Christmas!

Slow from SLO

We are having a holiday within a holiday…spending the last week staying in Oak View with Paul, Alisa and Kai. Paul is Laura’s cousin and they live in a beautiful house looking out over the mountains with three cats, a dog and an impressive tree house – we have loved it here. Alisa drove us into LA one day  to see the sights, Star Wars had premiered the previous day which was a coincidence as some of it was filmed in the Forest…seems a long way from Puzzle Wood to Hollywood!

We took a day trip from Ventura (15miles south) to the Channel Islands on Friday. A little different from the Channel Islands between England and France but lovely all the same. Saw large pods of playful dolphins and a procession of grey whales from the boat. The whales are migrating south to Baja…just like us, so I feel like we have a connection. If you can have a connection with a dark shape and a spout of water! We visited Santa Cruz island…the largest of the group, it felt remote, quiet and unspoilt.

We leave here on Tuesday to get back on the bikes and head to Malibu for Christmas, feels like we have dipped into the real world of living in a house with people and pets and cars and now it’s time to return to our bicycle bubble!

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The sun sets on Pismo Beach

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Beach Pilates near Santa Barbara
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Waiting for the return ferry on Santa Cruz Island
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Dolphins were keen to play
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The amazing view from Paul and Alisa’s living room

Searching for the Ocean

We left Yosemite to head back to the coast…

Midpines to Merced.  Merced to San Luis Resevoir. San Louis to Mt Madonna. Finishing up in Santa Cruz.

A fairly uneventful start, we went up up up then dooooown into the San Joaquin Valley and the un ending flat. Event of the day was seeing a freight train with over 100 carriages!

From Merced we continued on the endless and uninterrupted flat and straight roads, a corner was a big event. When the wind and rain set against us, the Sheriff pulled in front of us with his lights flashing and offered us a lift. Apparently he saw the look on Laura’s face and decided she wasn’t having fun…he was right!  He was what you would stereotypically imagine a Sheriff to be – hat, badge, gun, checked shirt and called all the bad guys ‘knuckleheads’. Dropped us off at the park where we had the lakeside campsite to ourselves. Thanks Vern!

Being saved by friendly locals continued to be a theme, we found ourselves walking up he central reservation of the equivalent to a motorway when we were offered a lift, leap frogging 25miles in the safety of a big pick up truck. We pushed on into the Diablo range where we arrived at a campground to be invited in to join Tony and his family for dinner and beer…bikes continue to make friends and we spent the evening surrounded by dogs, children and friendly people.

On Thanksgiving, with festivity in the air, we pushed on for the fourth and final day to the coast, low on energy but happy to finally see the sea (or should I say Pacific Ocean?!) at Santa Cruz for a day off.

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Shirls and Bert chill out in the sun, lunchtime on our way to Merced
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Place to ourselves – San Luis Resevoir
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San Luis Resevoir

 

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San Luis Resevoir
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Made it to the Pacific Ocean – Monterey Bay
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Surfers line up in the mill pond, apparently a rare sight for such flat, calm conditions.

Yosemite

Yosemite was beautiful and majestic, the pictures really don’t do the grandeur of the landscape justice but we tried….

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Vernal Falls with Half Dome first from the left. This was the end of the trail for us as without crampons it was just too icy.
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Half Dome

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Trail to the top of Yosemite Falls. 2700ft elevation gain from the Valley floor.

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Yosemite Falls. Where the water cuts through the granite is the top of the hike.
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Posing at 6700ft. Top of Yosemite Falls.
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Laura takes her turn to pose…

And so it begins!

We are on our way! After a few detours before we head south anyway…

First a weekend in the lumpy, remote (in comparison to SF anyway!) dirt tracks of Marin County. We were informed Mountain Biking was invented here, not quite the terrain for our heavyweight bikes. Laura discovered muscles she didn’t know she had while wrestling her bike up steep trails to Hawk campsite, a primitive spot with cracking views over west SF.

Starting our journey to Yosemite we dragged our bikes over the Diablo Range and raced down the east side into the San Joaquin Valley. Never before have we seen (or cycled) such straight flat roads. We passed the time by “guessing the tree” as we raced past endless orchards, later to be informed that they were almonds and walnuts! In Modesto we were hosted by the incredibly hospitable Thomas and Annie. It was great to meet some local folk and witness Toms bike garage. Sam was both impressed and jealous – Laura was indifferent.  Not so indifferent about the hot shower and delicious meal that followed. The next morning Thomas (and his friend Lori) were kind enough to ride with us and guide us out of town, another great experience from Warmshowers!

After a big day from Turlock Lake to Midpines yesterday we have been resting and recuperating before a few days hiking in Yosemite.

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If you’re going to have to cycle up hills it’s nice to have a reward.
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Tea in the tent
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3rd day without a wash….
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Bumping and skidding our way around Marin
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Room with a view – Hawk camp
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Climbing towards Yosemite…
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…still climbing

Sun and Seals in San Fran

Escaping the city and heading into the hills tomorrow for a couple of nights camping. Had a cracking first few days in San Fran – enjoying the weather, local wildlife and infamous steep hills!

Pleased to find nothing was broken as we re-assemble the bikes in the airport.
Pleased to find nothing was broken as we re-assembled the bikes in the airport.
Basking sea lions on pier39
Basking Sea Lions on pier39, they spent their time barking, shunting about and lying on top of one another.
Alcatraz
Alcatraz – winner of prison with the best view?
Got nothing on the Severn bridge!
Got nothing on the Severn bridge!
Dream of Californication... Ocean beach
Dream of Californication… Ocean Beach.
Sam and Shirls, just hanging out.
Sam and Shirls, just hanging out.
Found us a big ol' slide...for adults :)
Found us a big ol’ slide…for adults 🙂